Perched on the branch of a tree was a nightingale sad and lonely.

‘The night has drawn near’, he was thinking; ‘I passed the day in flying around and feeding.

How can I reach up to the nest; darkness has enveloped everything’?

Hearing the nightingale wailing thus; a glow-worm lurking nearby spoke thus:

‘With my heart and soul ready to help I am; though only an insignificant insect I am.

Never mind if the night is dark; I shall shed light if the way is dark.

God has bestowed a torch on me. He has given a shining lamp to me.

The good in the world only those are; ready to be useful to others who are.